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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.