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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.