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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
UT,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.