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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Franke,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.