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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.