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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.