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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Index,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.