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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.