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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.