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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Can,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.