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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.