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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Nico,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.