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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
MDC,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.