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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.