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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.