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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.