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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.