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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Nico,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.