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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.