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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.