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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.