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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.