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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.