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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.