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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.