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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Index,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.