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 Liberia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.