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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.