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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.