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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
the Normal,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.