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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Brick,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.