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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Television,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.