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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.