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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.