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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.