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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
The Fall,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.