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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
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.