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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Japan,
K-Klass,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.