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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.