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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.