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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.