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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.