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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.