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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.