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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.