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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.