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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.