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 Egypt and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Selecter,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.