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 India and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.