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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.