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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.