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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.