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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
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.