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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.