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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.