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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.