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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.