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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.