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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Barry Ungar 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.