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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.