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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.