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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.