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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.