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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.