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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.