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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.