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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.