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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.