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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.