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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.