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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.