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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.