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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.