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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Brick,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.