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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.