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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.