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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.