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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.