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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.