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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.