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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.