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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.