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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.