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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Smog,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.