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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
ABC,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.