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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.