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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
UT,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.