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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.