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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.