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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Television,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.