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 Angola 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.