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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.