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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.