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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.