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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.