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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.