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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.