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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.