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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.