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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.