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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.