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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.