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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One 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 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.