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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.