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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.