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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.