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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.