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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.