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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.