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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.