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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.