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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.