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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.