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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.