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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.