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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.