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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.