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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.