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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.