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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.