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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.