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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.