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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
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.