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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.