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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.