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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.