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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Magma,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.