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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Television,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.