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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.