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 Uganda and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.