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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.