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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.