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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Magma,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.