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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.