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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.