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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.