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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.