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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.