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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.