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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Moebius,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.