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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.