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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
CMW,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.