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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.