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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.