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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.