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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.