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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.