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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.