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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.