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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.