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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.