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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.