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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.