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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.