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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.