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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.