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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.