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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.