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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.