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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.