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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.