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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.