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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.