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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.