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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.