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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Franke,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
X-101,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.