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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.