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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.