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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.