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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
MC5,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.