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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.