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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.