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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.