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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.