Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.