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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.