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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.