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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.