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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.