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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
PIL,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.