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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.