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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.