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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.