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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Monks,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.