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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.