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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Motorama,
X-101,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.