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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.