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 and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.