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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.