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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.