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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.