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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.