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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.