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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.