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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Faust,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.