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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.