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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.