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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Names,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.