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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.