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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Germs 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.