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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.