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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.