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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Monks,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.