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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.