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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.