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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marine Girls 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.