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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.