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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.