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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.