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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.