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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.