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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.