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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.