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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.