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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Television,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.