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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.