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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.