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 Syria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.