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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.