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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.