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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.