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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Wake,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.