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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.