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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.