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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.