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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
June Days,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.