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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.