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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.