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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.