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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.