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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.