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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Faust,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.