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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.