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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.