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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.