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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.