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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.