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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.