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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.