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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.