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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.