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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.