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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.