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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.