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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.