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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
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 The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.