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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.