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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.