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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.