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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.