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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.