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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.