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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.