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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.