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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.