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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.