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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.