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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.