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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.