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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.