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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Zapp,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.