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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.