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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.