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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.