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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
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.