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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.