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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.