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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.