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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.