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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.