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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.