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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.