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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.