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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.