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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.