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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.