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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.