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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Crime,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.