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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Index,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.