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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.