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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.