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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.