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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.