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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.