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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Easy Going,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.