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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.