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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.