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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.