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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.