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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.