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 Yemen and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
10cc,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.