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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.