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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.