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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Fear,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.