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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.