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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.