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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.