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 Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.