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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.