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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.