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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.