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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.