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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.