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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.