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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and New York.
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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.