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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.