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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Pole,
Little Man,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.