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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.