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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.