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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Brick,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.