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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.