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 China and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.