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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.