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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Index,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.