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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Scion,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.