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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.