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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.