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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.