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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Litter to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.