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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.