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 France and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.