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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Index,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.