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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.