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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Skaos,
X-102,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.