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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.