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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.