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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.