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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.