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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.