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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.