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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.