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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.