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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.