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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.