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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
AZ,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.