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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Japan,
X-102,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.