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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.