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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.