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 Guyana and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Technova,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.