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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.