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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.