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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.