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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.