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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.