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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.