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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.