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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Section 25 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.