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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.