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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Television,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.