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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.