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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.