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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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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.