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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.