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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.