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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.