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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.