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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.