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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.