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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.