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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.