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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
X-102,
David Bowie,
The Index,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.