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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.