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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Remains to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 punk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.