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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.