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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
ABC,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.