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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Crime,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.