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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.