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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.