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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.