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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.