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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Can,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.