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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.