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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.