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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.