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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.