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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Wire,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.