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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Hoover,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.