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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.