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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.