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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.