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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.