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 India and from Lyon.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.