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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.