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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.