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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.