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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.