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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Swans,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.