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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.