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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
June Days,
X-102,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Index,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.