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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.