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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.