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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.