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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.