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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.