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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.