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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.