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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.