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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.