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 Somalia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.