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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.