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 Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Slave,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.