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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.