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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.