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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.