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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.