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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.