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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Brick,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.