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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.