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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.