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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Pole,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.