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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.