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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.