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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.