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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.