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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.