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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.