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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.