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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.