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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.