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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.