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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.