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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
the Association,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.