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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Wire,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.