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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
AZ,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.