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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Visage,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.