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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Interpol,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.