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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.