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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.