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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.