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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.