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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.