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 Brunei 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.