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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.