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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.