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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.