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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.