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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.