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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.