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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.