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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Television,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.