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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.