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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.