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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.