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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.