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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.