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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Japan,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.