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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
EPMD,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.