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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.