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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.