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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.