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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.