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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.