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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.