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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.