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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.