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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.