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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Index,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.