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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
John Holt,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.