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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.