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 Lithuania 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.