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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.