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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Doors,
Crime,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.