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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.