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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.