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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.