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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.