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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.