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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.