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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
The Dead C,
JFA,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.