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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.