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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.