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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.