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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.