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 Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
UT,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.