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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.