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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.