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 Moldova 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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Echospace,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.