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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.