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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
AZ,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.