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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.