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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.