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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.