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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.