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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.