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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.