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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.