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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.