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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.