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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.