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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.