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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.