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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Saints,
New Order,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
10cc,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
AZ,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.