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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 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?
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.