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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.