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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.