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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.