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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
ABC,
Urselle,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.