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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.