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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.