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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.