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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
the Slits,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.