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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.