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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.