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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.