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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.