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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.