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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.