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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.