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 China and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.