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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.