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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.