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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.